Chords for Rick Ross - Maybach Music (ft. Jay-Z)

[N] _ [C] _ _ _ [E] _ What is this?
_ Maybach music.
I like this [N] Maybach _ music.
Sweet!
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I'm higher [Bb] than a curtain, no sign of fear.
I'm higher than a leer.
This Maybach [Bbm] music, this honest shit I wear.
It cold, [Ebm] lose it.
Close your eyes and inhale the smoke.
This Maybach music, the realest shit [Bbm] I wrote.
Nigga, I don't take the smoke.
But this Maybach music, the realest shit I wrote. _
[Gb] _ Well _ _ _ [Fm] _ _
_ fuck it then. _ _ _ _
Black [Bb] Maybach, white [Db] seats, black [Eb] piping.
Remind me of [Bb] Paul McCartney and Mike fighting.
You know [D] the girl is mine, [Bb] life's a bitch.
So the whole [F] world is mine.
[Eb] The shit too small, [Gb] the curtains are drawn.
[Eb] Perfectly like a Picasso, _ [Bbm] Rembrandt's in Rocco.
[Bb] I'm a major [Db] player, 40 [Bb]-40's in [C] Vegas, act a palazzo.
[F] They said it was not [Gb] so.
_ Certain things [F] your money can't [Fm] buy, like being this fly.
So [F] then I'm just gonna [Ebm] ride.
I'm like cheese wrap with [Db] better [Eb] transportation.
On the road to [Db] the richest, reach my final [Bb] destination.
In a lair, closer to [Db] a lair.
Say a [Bb] prayer, hope I get to say it when I disappear [Db] from here, baby.
Yeah, [Ebm] but I don't see the ending through [B] these millionaire [Ebm] lenses.
_ [Db] Just the two M's on [Bb] the emblem.
The partition roof, translucent, a humidor.
[Bbm] _ [Bb] Refrigerators where [Eb] aces fade to two-star.
[Ebm] Truth story, my closet is like [Bb] two-story.
Strict to the happy ending, cause I don't do stories.
_ Sean Curry, real rap.
The [Db] Maybach's bananas, peel back.
_ [Eb] _ _ You feel that?
[Db] _ _ _ _ [F] Yeah, [Ebm] come on!
Realest shit I ever wrote, [Gb] chillin' in my Maybach.
Eight-track [Bbm] episodes, been doin' this since way back.
Since way back, since way back.
Eight-track episodes, been doin' this since way [Ebm] back.
Realest shit I ever [Bbm] wrote, chillin' in my Maybach.
Eight-track episodes, been [Ebm] doin' this since [Bbm] way back.
Since way back, since way back.
Eight-track episodes, been [F] doin' this since way [Gb] back.
_ _ _ _ Can't you [Fm] stop now?
I got too much cake.
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They bitchin' [D] pennies while [A] I'm muscling for meals.
[Ebm] And that muscle be that muscle [Bb] when I stuff it in your grill.
Stuffed shells, thanks to crack.
I crack crab and [Bbm] lobsters.
Not all mobsters, _ [Ebm] impostors. _
[Eb] Before I got to eat, who've you [A] standing on my balcony?
And [Ebm] only stay a [B] week or two.
So many people [Bbm] offer me, I bulletproof the [Bb] Maybach.
Got a killer's intuition, holdin' on that Mac 11, Machiavelli [Eb] premonition.
Waitin' on my sugar night, [Ebm] one nation under God.
[Eb] Since I chose a thug's life, yes, I gotta play my [Bbm] part.
Never will I die, my name symbolize the hustles with young chillers [Ebm] comin' from the other [Bb] side. _
[D] _ Some things, your money [F] can't [Db] buy.
Like heaven in the sky, [C] even a better [Ebm] ride.
I'm large, my [Bb] black car, menage with black bras, with socks, with bras.
I'm in the lodge, my frat ride.
For me, it's easy to kill in the feel of hip-hop.
Runnin' up on the car, you get pop [Db]-mocked and [Gb] dropped.
I'm the problem. _ _ _ _ _ _ _
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